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What gets my goat? Folks judgin’ her like they’re saints. Makes me madder than a wet hen! I wanna holler, “Who’s payin’ her, huh?” Hypocrites, I swear. But then—oh, happy day!—she’ll crack a joke, somethin’ sassy. Like, “Honey, I’m the best bad choice ‘round here!” I’d laugh ‘til my sides split. Surprised me how quick she flips the script. Ain’t that a kick?

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Around noon, I finally get a break. I step outside for some fresh air. The view from the Rocca dei Papi is insane! You can see the whole lake, and it’s like, wow. I take a deep breath, and for a sec, I forget about the chaos. But then, I hear a kid screaming. Turns out, he’s just mad ‘cause he dropped his gelato. Classic Montefiascone moment, right?

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